Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Almost Spring


As winter turns the corner
And spring is on the way
I wait with mounting happiness
To see what comes today.

I also love the cold days
With frost upon the sill
But something special happens
Once winter's had its fill.

The crocus buds are swollen
The daffodils sprout so tall
Something special happens
As spring time makes its call.

So get ready for the changes
That happen none too soon
When spring time rounds that corner
And flowers start to bloom!

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 02, 2013

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (8/18/2009 3:07:00 AM)

    very very good!

    'So get ready for the changes
    That happens none too soon
    When spring time rounds that corner
    And flowers start to bloom! '

    Nice lines! (Report) Reply

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